A late substitute in the light of Barcelona yesterday – and elsewhere.

Let me tell you a story, the old woman said.

Once upon a time, the world's rulers realised that they needed to work to avoid war at all cost. Once, rich people understood that it was good to help poor people everywhere. Once, there were drugs to fight almost every infectious disease. Once, there was ice at both the North and South Pole. Once, people from poor countries weren't so desperate that they crossed dangerous seas to escape. Once, you could walk down busy city streets without fear of terrorist attack.

Flash Fiction

﻿﻿Flash fiction is very, very short fiction indeed - short stories of any sort of length from a Haiku to ten minutes' reading. Good for when you're in a hurry. This series is a selection of contributions to Friday Flash Fiction, where there's a limit of 100 words. I try to make all mine exactly 100 words.﻿﻿